Lucía nodded.
“And probably more than once.”
“But the baby?”
Lucía pulled a second folder closer.
“This is where it gets uglier.”
She opened an email chain.
Nicolás had been communicating with a family-law consultant for almost five months.
Not under his own name.
Under the name N. Grant.
Valeria read the messages in silence.
The language was cold.
Clinical.
They discussed marital assets.
Her work schedule.
The penthouse.
The fact that Valeria had purchased it before the marriage.
Her pregnancy.
One message asked what evidence would be needed to establish that a mother posed an “emotional stability concern” after childbirth.
Another asked whether angry behavior caught on video could support an emergency custody request.
Valeria felt physically sick.
“He was planning to leave me.”
Lucía shook her head.
“That would have been the simple version.”
She scrolled farther.
The plan was not merely divorce.
Nicolás believed that once the baby was born, Valeria would be vulnerable.
Exhausted.
Recovering.
Distracted.
The emails discussed creating a record of “volatile behavior” before delivery.
Family witnesses would describe Valeria as increasingly aggressive.
Mariana would provide videos.
Teresa would claim Valeria had threatened to keep the child away from Nicolás’s family.
Ernesto would say Valeria had become irrational about money.
Then came a sentence that made Valeria’s blood run cold.
If separation occurs shortly after delivery, priority should be establishing the father’s household as the stable environment while financial negotiations remain pending.
“The father’s household,” Valeria whispered.
Lucía pointed to another attachment.
A proposed temporary care arrangement listed Nicolás as the child’s primary caregiver.
Teresa was named as the person who would assist him.
The address?
Valeria’s penthouse.
For several seconds, Valeria could only stare.
“They planned to remove me from my own home.”
“They were going to try.”
“And use my baby to do it.”
“Yes.”
Valeria stood so quickly that the chair scraped backward.
“Call the building.”
“I already did.”
“I want them out.”
“We have to do this carefully.”
“They attacked me in my home.”
“And we are going to use that.”
Lucía turned the laptop toward her.
“But right now, Nicolás thinks you are emotional, injured and afraid.”
“I am all three.”
“Good.”
Valeria stared at her.
Lucía almost smiled.
“I didn’t say weak.”
That sentence changed something.
Valeria picked up her phone.
There were thirty-seven missed calls.
Nicolás.
Teresa.
Mariana.
Even Ernesto.
Then she noticed the messages.
Nicolás: Please come home.
Nicolás: Dad is sorry.
Nicolás: You scared everyone when you destroyed the table.
Nicolás: I’m worried about your mental state.
Valeria stopped scrolling.
There it was.
Not concern.
Documentation.
He was already writing the story he planned to tell about her.
Another message appeared.
I think tonight proves you’re under too much stress. We need to talk about what is safest for the baby.
Valeria looked at Lucía.
“He’s still doing it.”
“Then let him.”
Lucía opened the voice recorder on Valeria’s phone.
“Do not accuse him of anything. Do not threaten him. Do not insult him.”
“What do I say?”
“Nothing yet.”
They waited.
At 2:14 a.m., Nicolás called again.
Valeria answered.
“Where are you?”
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